My life.

My aching bones.My ****** hands.My bleeding heart.

When did this begin for me? When did I become this person?

When did this person....become me??

And then I stop and think...
and this person was there all along,
written in the selfishness of my heart and the weakness of

My soul.

Yeah, this person was there all along.

But it wasn't me.

This is not who I want to be.
This is not who I am deep inside.

Inside I'm this caring amazing person...but you will never see her.

I will never see her,

Because I don't know if shes there anymore.

I've been consumed by my own evilness and left with nothing but pain,

My aching bones, my ****** hands, and my bleeding heart.